Stormy weather the past few days has totally farked up the satellite, so we’ve been without TV. Which isn’t so bad. (Except I miss my spook shows. I was sad without my Ghost Hunters last night.)

Instead of watching cartoons this morning while I got ready for work, MP was left to her own devices. Over the course of an hour, we talked about space, religion, sex and the innermost workings of the brain.

I present this morning’s installation of Deep Thoughts of a Four-Year-Old.

7:22 a.m.
MP: Is the man in the moon God?

7:47 a.m.Walking out to the car, MP spots Grammy’s dogs goin’ at it. Grammy’s hoping to make a few extra bucks as a part-time puppy farmer. (In between mowing the lawn.)

MP: Mommy, look at Harley and Sandy! They’re being SILLY!

ME: Do you know what they’re doing? They’re trying to make a baby. Er, a puppy.

MP: Ooooh! A PUPPY! Yeah! They’re trying to get it out!

ME:Actually, they’re trying to get it ON. Well, there’s not one in there yet. They’re trying to MAKE one.

the other day I was bored and teaching Lucca how to say, “Hot Mama!” He wasn’t catching on, so I gave up. Little did I know he kept that little gem in his pocket.
A few days later when we were swim -suit shopping I was in the dressing room with him feeling absolutely grotesque in my near-nakedness. Just then he whipps out, “Hotttttt Maaaaama!”